You Are Settled

 

You Are Settled 

 

You are sitting out at the lake, watching the waves double and shimmer.

 

A man with a deep love for plaid shirts holds your hands, grounding your bones to the earth.

 

He rubs his hands on your knuckles covered with cat scratches, reminding you of your lively existence.

 

The waves play a comforting game of tag with the shore.

 

The sun envelops you in its embrace, kissing your arms and face with the same love that

Kissed you darker over the summer.

 

The clouds, though sparse, are shadowed compared to the sky’s light blue melody.

 

The grass beneath your open-toed shoes once stood tall, but now lays flat, hugging mother earth.

 

He raises your hand to his lips and kisses your knuckles, filling you with the love of the sun.

 

Your soul is settled.